Lately I have found myself giving little pep talks to the Canada geese I see making the winter rounds among local farm ponds.
I have been looking at the stars.
I have been taking photos of the sky surrounding our family’s farm near Moran. My daughters silhouetted against the horizon on the hill where my husband and I were married. Clouds bouncing above the home we built 20 years ago. Storms rolling over trees we planted as saplings that now soar into the sky. Like the trees I am a transplant. But I am well-rooted here now. This is my home.
Letters to the Editor – 1/23/17
